Imagine our surprise when we arrived at Spencer Spit today. It’s not every day that you see a 45-foot yacht on a beach. Apparently, last night’s winds were strong enough to break this boat free from its anchor; and the owners woke up this morning on the beach. It was quite a spectacle for the beach combers, and an interesting backdrop for our picnic.

We spent the day doing exactly what one should do on Memorial Day weekend – hanging out with family and grilling some tasty food. We were joined by The Rossmanns, the Eitings and the Goses. And tonight? We’re going back to Spencer Spit to watch the boat get unbeached at high tide.

One of my favorite memories as a kid was riding my bike with my siblings. Today I got to relive some of those memories as Henry fully embraced life on a bike without training wheels. Way to go, Henry! I hope we have many bike rides in our future.

While Henry and I were running errands today, we were stopped by a funeral procession police escort. Which led Henry to ask, “What’s a funeral?” Which led to questions about coffins, which led to questions about cemeteries. Which led to our afternoon field trip.